I LIKE to dream of some established spot Where you and I, old friend, an evening through Under tobacco's fog, streaked gray and blue, Might reconsider laughters unforgot. Beside a hearth-glow, golden-clear and hot, I'd hear you tell the oddities men do. The clock would tick, and we would sit, we two -- Life holds such meetings for us, does it not? Happy are men when they have learned to prize The sure unvarnished virtue of their friends, The unchanged kindness of a well-known face: On old fidelities our world depends, And runs a simple course in honest wise, Not a mere taxicab shot wild through space! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY MARY MAGDALENE by GEORGE HERBERT THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES. THE COURTIN' by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |